Green Mother Attributes

The origins of the "cuckolding mother" mentality vary from person to person. I saw a post online where someone shared that they were arguing with someone online, and the person kept attacking their mother with obscene and vulgar language, which triggered their "cuckolding mother" tendencies.

As for the origins of my own "cuckolding mother" tendencies, I trace them back to elementary school, and I think there are two points. And I believe these two points are inextricably linked to my mother's physical appearance.

1. Dreams.

You heard right, dreams. Actually, I had sexual activity quite early. I remember accidentally rubbing my genitals, and it felt very good. At that time, sex education wasn't common in families, so I would rub my genitals whenever I had free time, fantasizing about anime heroines being humiliated (mostly from Inuyasha). So, based on my memory, I believe I didn't have the "cuckolding mother" mentality at that time. But in one dream, my mother was kidnapped by a group of people in a taxi and taken to a place I didn't know. I felt helpless at the time, but later I found that rubbing my genitals and imagining this scene was extremely stimulating, so I gradually became addicted.

2. I witnessed my mother's bra being played with.

This happened when I was in 5th or 6th grade. My father worked in a big city and was often away from home. One day, I was playing video games at home when I heard A-Cheng calling me from outside the door. (A-Cheng was my peer; we lived in the same alley, and his parents ran a small shop.) A-Cheng asked if I could borrow a place to hide. I remember that A-Bei had asked him for money, and he wanted to hide. (A-Bei was several years older than me and A-Cheng. He was a dropout and a troublemaker. Before he dropped out of school, A-Cheng and I, along with some other kids from the alley, played games with him. After he dropped out, I basically lost contact with him.) I forgot how A-Bei found A-Cheng at my place, but I remember that he was accompanied by a fat boy about his height. The two of them went into my balcony. A-Bei put his hand on A-Cheng's shoulder and verbally threatened him. I stood there, afraid to move, afraid that A-Bei would hit A-Cheng or that they would break into my living room. With nothing better to do, Fatty spotted my mom's blue bra hanging on the balcony (it had a floral pattern and some lace trim, which we'd call frills by today's standards). He took it off and said to Abe, "This bra's so sexy!" He then brought it to his nose and smelled it. Afterward, Fatty asked Abe, "Hey, what does his mom look like? Is she pretty?" I was taken aback. I thought my mom was quite pretty; most of my friends' moms in the alley were rather plump, and even those who weren't were usually not very attractive. It was rare to find someone like my mom with delicate features, tall and slender. Abe laughed and replied, "She's pretty. I've seen her. I'll introduce you to her next time. She has a great figure, especially her breasts." Abe then gestured with one hand in front of her chest, prompting a burst of laughter from both of them. After smelling the bra for a while, Fatty started licking it with his tongue, then put his other hand inside his pants. After licking it, he started biting it with his teeth, as if he wanted to eat my mom's bra whole. Meanwhile, Abe was urging Acheng to take some money from his parents' drawer. At this moment, Fatty stuffed my mom's bra into his crotch and started rubbing it. Abe saw this and clicked his tongue, "Isn't that a bit much?" But he didn't stop Fatty, and I didn't dare to stop him either, since he was stronger and taller than me. I could only let him play with my mom's bra under his crotch. After a while, Fatty ejaculated on my mom's bra behind our backs. To prevent the semen from spilling out, Fatty chose to ejaculate on the concave side, then put the bra on the ground, squatted down, and slowly smeared the semen on the bra with his hands. That guy, he only chose to smear the side that could touch my mom's skin, not even sparing the bra straps. After smearing it, he blew on it a few times and put it on the ground. After some time, Abe put his arm around Acheng's shoulder and left. Before leaving, Abe warned me that if I dared to tell anyone about what happened today, I'd be dead. Fatty looked at the satisfied mess of semen on the floor and said before leaving, "Kid, don't wash it, just hang it up to dry." After they were gone, I looked at the bra. Except for a few noticeable water stains in the middle, the rest was dry, and I could even see some clumps. I wanted to rinse it with water, but my mother wouldn't be home from work for another hour, and I was afraid I wouldn't have time, so I dampened a tissue, wiped it, and put it back down.

This incident had a significant impact on me, as it made me realize that others had those kinds of thoughts about my mother. Not long after, I moved to a new house to go to junior high school, and I never saw Abe again (he probably went to work in a big city). But sometimes I still think, if only I hadn't washed it...

The above is what I believe is the source of my fetish, especially the second incident, which accompanied me through many nights in my mind before I discovered convenience websites.

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